Summertime in Autumn
Summertime in Autumn …
You might wonder,
why I’m smiling.
You might wonder –
what secrets I’m keeping.
No secrets, nothing to hide –
it’s summertime
and I’m smiling all the while.
You might wonder,
why I walk with a light step
why I seem to be dancing along.
The sun is shining above,
white clouds are rolling by.
The bees are buzzing
and flowers give off perfume,
upon the light summer breeze.
All this and so much more –
makes living fun and easy.
Give me a bright summer day
and it will inspire me,
to enjoy the day,
to live and to love,
to dance all the while.
Let the summer,
go on and on –
while I wear,
my biggest smile.
Day after day,
following butterflies,
as they flit and fly,
among the daisies,
in the meadow by the river –
where I spend my summer days.
Then I woke up,
autumn had arrived.
My best summer dreams,
gone in the blink of an eye.
Outside the cold wind was blowing,
the mournful melody I delight in,
colorful leaves go dancing by
and since I cannot,
turn the seasons around,
I’ll go dancing with the leaves –
this autumn.
Through the day different thoughts came my way,
why the butterflies of my summer,
never come to say goodbye,
why the birds with their plaintiff cries,
do seem to say farewell,
but never ask if I’d like to fly along.
Why it seems so harsh,
that while I dance and delight in the autumn,
it always seems that once I have strolled through the autumn leaves,
I seem to step onto a path of snow and ice,
that leads me into the frozen world of winter.
While the spring comes with southern breezes,
the magic of flowers blooming
and seems to go on forever,
just melting into a summer dream.
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A cheerful and enjoyable verse on the seasons. Well done, Rasma.
Thank you, Phyllis.
A lovely reflection of the seasons. I am greatly affected by seasons and my pen always ignites amid them. Nature is such a muse for we poets. Well done.
Thank you, Tony.
I love all the seasons in different was (fortunately we do not get harsh Winters) but you described them so well especially your love of a summer day. Good work Rasma.
Thank you, John. My inspiration was the remembrance of how I felt the summer day I was told that my husband had passed away and it was like the summer suddenly becoming like winter.
Rasma your poetry brought a skip to my walk. Jamie
Thank you, Jamie.